Norwegian terrorism and politically correctness

I've heard so many discourses already about the massacre in Norway, on facebook, on the street, in the forums. And I noticed a pattern: most of them discuss multiculturalism, Marxism and Muslims, while precising that, of course, the crime is unacceptable. People briefly condemn the killer (or simply the crime), but then they analyze arduously the catastrophic situation in which the Western civilization finds itself.

I read in the newspaper that the killer will soon keep a discourse in which he will explain his reasons. In general, media offer generous spaces to his manifestos, projects, ideas.

One could definitely conclude that the killer reached his goal. He didn't kill himself, so he knew that he would be imprisoned, and that all his life and “philosophy” would be made public. And, as he explained it, it was his way to sound the alarm for a vital problem of the Western world. So his goal was to make public his ideas and messages and that they are publicly discussed.

I believe that in accepting to do so, a big part of the media and of the public reached a troubling limit of obscenity. A tragically sick individual (addicted to computer games, steroids, and unable to have relationships other than with prostitutes) turns into a mass murderer, but because he invokes delicate actual themes as a reason, his atrocity is subtly relativised by those who were hiding behind politically correctness, while thinking about the (Muslim) immigration in the same fascist way. They have now the opportunity to spread and support the hate message, by taking advantage of an act which they would probably never do, but which they secretly back.

It's obscene and it's scary. Scary for those (many) Europeans who were lucky not to know the war and the human beast. In moments like this, one can realize how fragile is this peace, how easily many of our friends and neighbors would let themselves dive into hate and crime, if the politically correctness would be repealed for just one day.

While this troubled individual is judged and until he will disappear behind the bars, we should stop talking about the Muslim immigration and multiculturalism. By respect for the victims and for ourselves. We should instead reflect on the fact that from now on terrorism is no more exclusive to dark skinned fanatic uneducated Islamist Arabs and other exotic individuals, but that it is a feature of any race and social group. Who's gonna be checked now in airports? Whom should we fear on the streets of Europe when we see them carrying big backpacks? And which civilizations clash now?  

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